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They say that an unmated alpha and omega should never live together, but Kaveh has always found that the concept isn't as egregious as the public tend to make it out to be.
For example: he is an alpha, and Alhaitham is an omega. But, that's never been an issue for the time that they've been roommates. In fact, their secondary genders are usually the last thing they would end up getting into an argument or altercation about.
Living with Alhaitham doesn't feel like living with an omega at all, honestly. He barely has much of a strong scent, and he doesn't look like the traditional omegas that one would find described in old texts where they are praised for their delicate looks and small bodies. Kaveh is pretty sure his roommate could throw him off a building with one arm.
And when the time comes, whenever Alhaitham goes into heat, Kaveh would leave the house for the duration of it and vice versa when Kaveh has his rut. They've naturally perfected a routine that matches each other's cycles.
So, no, Kaveh has never seen a problem living with an unmated omega and he doubts there ever will be as long as he continues to live with Alhaitham.
Which is why it's strange when he wakes up one morning and recognizes a faint acidic scent lingering in the air when it's not supposed to be. It gets stronger when he makes his way to the main living room. There he sees Alhaitham, who is seated at the middle of the room and reading yet another one of his complicated theory books without a single hair out of place.
Kaveh sniffs the air, frowning. "Is your heat coming early?"
"No?" Alhaitham raises an eyebrow. "It shouldn't be arriving for another two weeks."
"Are you sure?" Kaveh asks again. "Because it sure smells like it."
He isn't foreign to the scent of an omega going into preheat. After his years studying at the Akademiya crammed in lecture halls with students regardless of their status, recognizing the smell of alphas, betas and omegas are but a second nature to Kaveh. Now that he is roommates with Alhaitham, he is accustomed to the omega scent more than ever.
He's also familiar with Alhaitham's scent, as faint and nonintrusive as it is. Alhaitham always warns him when his heat is coming, so he doesn't have much to go on for what his preheat scent smells like, but it should still follow the general rule that all omegas go by. It's usually a little sour, due to their scent glands slowly adjusting to release a new and sweeter scent to attract a mate.
"I went out earlier," Alhaitham explains. "It's most likely some other omega's scent that may have stuck on my clothes."
It doesn't sound very believable, in Kaveh's opinion, but he does trust Alhaitham enough to know his own heat cycle, and it's not like Kaveh is his mate or anything so there's no need for him to worry about it either. Even if he wants to linger on the topic for longer, he has much more important business to attend to and he doesn't want to be late.
He walks past Alhaitham, grabbing his usual red cape and begins to fasten it onto his shoulders.
Alhaitham looks up from his book again. "You aren't eating?"
Kaveh shakes his head, hands focusing on the clasp around his neck. "I'm planning to meet with a potential client at Puspa Cafe about a project. I can eat there."
"Finally found a job that interests you?" It's said with the usual sarcastic tone Alhaitham has whenever talking about Kaveh's livelihood—this time with a hint of curiosity. It's probably because it's the first job Kaveh has decided to take in weeks.
"Hopefully," Kaveh answers instead, refusing to acknowledge the teasing and resisting the urge to argue back. He's the senior here, he can't let his emotions get the best of him.
He gives himself a final look down, patting off any nonexistent dust. He wants to be able to look his best for his clients, afterall. "I'll probably be back by evening if things go well."
"I hope you're professional enough to use your own money with a client. I wouldn't want to see another addition to my tab. And remember to bring your key, too."
Kaveh looks back at him, glaring, but Alhaitham's nose is already buried back in his book again. He huffs, shaking his head and remembering to grab his house key. He'll make extra sure they won't be tangled with Alhaitham's again when he gets back.
Kaveh's meeting goes off without a hitch. His client is an omega Amurta graduate and Kaveh's junior, who had been interested in having a greenhouse built for a garden. Not only that, but he had also taken some Kshahrewar focused classes during his time as a student at the Akademiya, so he was readily able to keep up with Kaveh's conversation and even shared the same views as him on the value of beauty and aesthetics. Kaveh doesn't think he's ever met someone who wasn't also a part of his Darshan that agreed with him on so many topics.
It makes the meeting go smoothly, so well that halfway they had stopped talking about the greenhouse project and started having personal, friendly conversations. As the sun begins to set, Kaveh decides to change locations and invite the junior to a few drinks at Lambad's Tavern—his treat, of course.
A couple of drinks and some rousing conversations later, they part ways, promising to meet up again at a later time to discuss further plans about the project. All in all, he had been one of the best clients Kaveh has ever had the pleasure of potentially working for.
It's already night by the time Kaveh heads back home. As he walks back, he wonders what Alhaitham has been doing all day. He's not curious about what hobbies he indulges in during his free time, but about the scent that had been in the air since this morning.
He's sure that smell had been the tell tale beginnings of a preheat scent. But he's sure that Alhaitham's heat isn't for a while, and yet the smell seemed so obviously coming from him. Why would Alhaitham have any reason to lie to him about when his heat is arriving? Could it be that Alhaitham himself doesn't realize it? But that's impossible.
He gets his answer when he opens up the front door. He's suddenly hit with a tidal wave of a slightly sweet and yet overwhelmingly acrid scent that invades his nostrils. He coughs, bringing his arm up to cover his nose with his sleeve and tries to breathe through his mouth instead.
There's no doubt in his mind now about what the smell is anymore. It's Alhaitham's, and he's in preheat.
He's lucky that Alhaitham's scent, even in preheat, is still watered down enough that Kaveh can push his alpha instincts aside to think.
He scans the living room for any sign of the other man, but he's nowhere to be seen. Then, his eyes catch onto a small, inconspicuous bottle on the table. He recognizes it; it's some omega specific medicine that he knows Alhaitham takes during every heat. But what is it doing out here? Did he forget to take it or did he carelessly leave it out?
Either way, Kaveh feels like he should bring it to him, if only because he doesn't actually know how much Alhaitham relies on the medicine during his heats. He'll give it back to him and then leave to stay at an inn for a few days, just until the worst of Alhaitham's heat has passed.
He picks it up and heads down the hall to his roommate's room. Alhaitham is clearly in there, judging from how strong the scent starts getting as he gets closer. He knocks, loud enough so that Alhaitham would still hear him even if he were asleep.
There's a shuffling sound on the other side before the door opens a few seconds later. Kaveh gets hit by another wave of Alhaitham's scent, so strong it almost sticks to the back of his throat.
Alhaitham didn't even open the door all the way, opening a few inches and leaning against the doorframe. From Kaveh's point of view, he doesn't look too far gone yet. His face is slightly flushed and the state of his hair suggests that he had been spending a majority of his day in bed, breathing like he had just returned after a brisk jog.
Alhaitham sighs at him. "What."
Kaveh presses his sleeve against his nose harder. He holds up Alhaitham's medicine. "You left this out."
His roommate eyes the bottle for a second before snatching it out of Kaveh's hand. "I could have gotten it myself."
"You're going into heat," Kaveh says instead. It's slightly accusatory, like he's upset Alhaitham wouldn't be truthful about his cycle to his own alpha roommate. "I thought you of all people would keep track of your heats."
"This is merely the result of a hormonal imbalance." Even in preheat, Alhaitham still manages to sound as logical and rational as always. "It'll pass eventually—"
When he suddenly stops talking, Kaveh gives him a confused look. "What is it?"
Alhaitham's nose twitches, like a cat's, and then it scrunches up like he just smelled something foul. "You stink."
Kaveh gasps in offense, taking his arm away from his face to glare at his roommate. "What!? Excuse you, but there is nothing wrong with how I smell!" Many of his colleagues have even said that he has a very nice smell for an alpha! How dare Alhaitham say that to him!
Alhaitham shakes his head. "No, it's not you." He leans in slightly and then his face twists into a scowl again. "You reek of unmated omega."
"What?" And it clicks. "Oh. That would be the client I met up with; he was an omega. Is the smell that strong?"
Kaveh tries to sniff himself, but with Alhaitham's preheat scent clogging his nose he can't tell. It's strange that Alhaitham could make out that specific scent when Kaveh was out in public the entire day.
Alhaitham is still scowling. "It is. For an omega approaching their heat, it's extremely unpleasant to be in the presence of."
It must be worse than Kaveh thinks, because he can sense Alhaitham's mood souring the longer he stands here and stinks of potential competition.
Kaveh sighs. "Then be glad I'm leaving after this. I won't be stinking up your space anytime soon."
The scowl on Alhaitham's face fades, but the frown still stays. "Where are you going?"
"To stay at an inn like I usually do during your heats," Kaveh answers like it's obvious.
Alhaitham crosses his arms. "And with what mora? The only way you'll be able to do that is if I lend it to you."
Kaveh has no argument there. Unfortunately, like most times, Alhaitham makes a point. Kaveh had spent most of what he had with him already, and he doesn't know if he even has enough for a single night. And judging by his roommate's tone, he doesn't sound like he's willing to be generous tonight.
Alhaitham narrows his eyes at his silence, looking far too intimidating for an omega in their preheat. "...Unless you're planning to stay with that omega who rubbed their scent all over you?"
"What? No, of course I won't! I barely know him." He had been very nice and a great conversation partner, but Kaveh isn't going to go up to his potential client and ask him to house him for however long it takes Alhaitham's heat to settle. "And he didn't 'rub his scent on me'. We just spent time together—there isn't anything wrong with that!"
He understands that Alhaitham isn't in the best mood right now, but that's not an excuse to be so rude about someone he's never met.
But Alhaitham merely grunts at him.
"What is it? Are you so threatened by some other omega's scent that you—"
Abruptly, Alhaitham's arm shoots out to grab Kaveh's, using his impressive strength to haul the blond into the room with little effort. Kaveh shouts in surprise, almost immobile as Alhaitham wraps his arms around his shoulders and buries his nose into his neck.
"Haitham, what are you—" Kaveh flails his arms in his hold, still caught off guard. When he feels Alhaitham's breath on him, he stills immediately, realizing just what the other man is actually doing. "...Are you scenting me?"
"Stop moving," Alhaitham mutters against his skin. His scent gets stronger, determined to cover Kaveh in it. To Kaveh, it feels like someone just sprayed a bottle of cheap perfume into his face.
He's heard of some omegas being territorial, especially when nearing their heat, but Alhaitham is really taking it to a whole other level. Going as far as to scent Kaveh when they aren't even mated must mean that his instincts were really running wild.
“Okay, alright! If you're so insistent on it just let me take a shower and wash it off!"
Alhaitham brings his head back up. "No," he says simply.
"No?" Kaveh repeats incredulously. "If the scent bothers you so much it'd be so much easier to just have me wash it off instead of doing this." Kaveh uses an arm to gesture at their current circumstances.
Alhaitham doesn't reply, an unreadable expression on his face.
Kaveh sighs. Why must Alhaitham be so difficult all the time? "Alright, how's this," he suggests. "You let me shower and I'll allow you scent me afterwards. Do those terms sound good to you?"
The other man makes a contemplative sound before letting go of Kaveh a few moments later. "You have ten minutes."
"Ten!?"
"I'm not repeating myself."
Kaveh sputters. "You are so—"
"And now you have nine minutes," Alhaitham says with a casual shrug, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "You better hurry up, Kaveh."
Kaveh lets out a frustrated groan, spinning on his heel to hightail it to the bathroom down the hall. He's almost tempted to take his sweet time just to spite Alhaitham some more, but he doesn't know if it's wise to test him when his mood is already so sour. Kaveh hates that he thinks this is reasonable.
He doesn't know how long he actually takes, but he returns to Alhaitham's room in a fresh change of clothes and the ends of his loose hair still damp. He didn't even have time to dry off properly; if his hair gets damaged he's blaming his annoying roommate.
Meanwhile said annoying roommate is currently seated stiffly on his bed, his arms crossed and staring off into the corner of the room. It's not exactly behavior he expects from Alhaitham, but he's in preheat so it wouldn't be surprising if his mind isn't acting as sharp as it normally is—it would surely explain how ridiculous he's been this whole night so far.
Kaveh takes another step and Alhaitham's head whips towards his direction. "Come here," he demands, making a motion with his hand as if Kaveh is some cautious stray cat.
But in all honesty, Kaveh might as well be one, with how weary he feels returning to Alhaitham's space. He may have become adjusted to the preheat scent now, but there's still a part of him that feels apprehensive about being in the same room as Alhaitham. While Kaveh prides himself on being a kind man who would never try to take advantage of others, he's still an alpha at the end. And despite how easy it is to forget on any other day, Alhaitham is still an omega.
With another sigh, Kaveh resigns himself to whatever will happen next.
He makes it to Alhaitham's side before the other man yet again grabs his arm to pull him down onto the bed. Kaveh's sound of discomfort gets muffled by the soft bed sheets, getting a faceful of Alhaitham's scent. It's so strong it practically burns his nostrils.
Kaveh frantically pushes himself up, trying his hardest to get his nose as far away as he can. Now that he isn't face first in it, he finally notices the crumpled up sheets on the bed fashioned in a strange, unnatural lump. Clearly, the sheets aren't here for sleep comfort.
"Is this supposed to be a nest?"
"What?"
"The bed sheets," Kaveh continues. "They're all bunched up together weirdly." If it is a nest then it's honestly the saddest excuse for a nest Kaveh's ever seen in his entire life.
Alhaitham responds with a raised eyebrow. "And what about it?"
"It doesn't look very comfortable. Or pretty," Kaveh says, his inner artist despairing over how low effort and sad the whole thing looks.
"It's fine for me."
"Ugh. Of course it is." Kaveh rolls his eyes. He can't stand looking at the poor excuse of a nest any longer. He reaches out, unraveling the pile of sheets and refolding them in order to spread them neatly on the mattress. He's been with a few omegas in the past, so he knows a thing or two about the balance between comfort and design.
He does it mostly out of impulse, only realizing when he's almost done that he's basically just remade Alhaitham's nest without the omega's permission. He knows that some omegas can be extremely volatile when their nests are disturbed without warning, especially by alphas who weren't their mates.
"Ah. Sorry..." He stops immediately, his hands still hovering over a half-folded bed sheet as he makes a guilty glance towards Alhaitham's direction.
The other man looks unfazed, only a hint of a frown that Kaveh is almost positive is permanently etched onto his face at all times. His teal eyes fall onto Kaveh's newly made version of a nest, arranged in a cozy looking pile. Strangely, he stares at it for a good while before he shakes his head and waves off the apology. "I don't care. The nest itself holds little importance to me."
The fact that he isn't angry gives Kaveh the confidence to continue where he left off and finish the final touches, resulting in a much better and nicer looking nest than whatever Alhaitham had made. He even feels a bit proud at the result. Alhaitham should feel grateful that he'll get to spend his heat in such a masterpiece.
But all Alhaitham looks is unimpressed, his lips pressed into a thin line.
"If you're finished," he begins, hooking an arm around Kaveh's neck. "Then I believe it's time for you to uphold your part of our agreement." He ignores any of Kaveh's other complaints about his attitude and uses his arm to force him to lie down against the sheets, already putting the nest to good use. Alhaitham soon follows and rests his weight on top of him, effectively trapping him onto the bed due to how much larger he is. He wastes no time in nosing back into Kaveh's neck and releasing more of his scent into the air, smothering Kaveh in it.
To Kaveh, it feels like having a dog laying over him and squishing the oxygen from his lungs. A large, smelly dog.
"You smell like me," is the only thing Alhaitham comments on when he sniffs Kaveh's neck.
"I used your soap," Kaveh answers, weirdly embarrassed now that he's admitted it. “I thought it would make it easier. For you, I mean." He knows that what Alhaitham uses isn’t what his actual scent smells like, but in Kaveh’s rush he only spent a split second contemplating the action and went through with it anyway. Now he kind of regrets it because it sounds dumb when he admits it out loud. He doesn't know why he would even try to accommodate for Alhaitham in the first place.
"Hm."
Kaveh isn't sure that sound is a good thing or not, but considering that Alhaitham hasn't tried to kick him off the bed he'll take it. He sighs and ends up breathing through his nose. The preheat scent is no longer as strong now, subdued enough that it doesn’t feel like it’ll burn Kaveh’s nostrils anymore. There’s a subtle sweetness mixed in now, one that Kaveh doesn’t recognize but deep down he knows what it is. It tickles a certain part of his brain, one that wants to breathe in more and fill his lungs with it.
“...Are you sure you don’t want me to leave?” Kaveh mutters as he stares at the dull beige ceiling above them, Alhaitham’s hair tickling his cheek.
Alhaitham shifts, bringing his head up just enough so that he can peer up at Kaveh with his piercing teal-orange eyes. “Why would I?”
“I’m an alpha.” Kaveh shouldn’t have to say anymore than that.
“I’m well aware of that, Kaveh,” Alhaitham states the obvious. He doesn’t look concerned or afraid, just as unreadable as he always is. “If I had an issue with that I wouldn’t have asked you to live here, let alone let you stay here right now.” He raises a curious eyebrow, continuing, “Or do you not trust yourself?”
Kaveh worries at his own bottom lip. It’s not that he thinks he might attack Alhaitham or anything—he is above succumbing to basic instincts and doing something so heinous. But, he’s never been so close to an omega approaching heat like this—at least, one he doesn't have some kind of involvement with. It feels like he’s intruding on something far too personal about Alhaitham when they’re only roommates and can barely tolerate calling one another a friend anymore.
“Why do you want me here, then?” Kaveh asks instead.
Alhaitham scoffs. “Do I need a reason?”
Kaveh shakes his head, his hair falling into his eyes as he leans back against the sheets. He knows better than to ask Alhaitham of all people about his reasons. If he knows anything about his roommate, it’s that only does what he wants, and that itself is reason enough. “No, I guess you don’t.”
He falls silent as the conversation pitters out. Alhaitham returns his face to the crook of Kaveh’s neck, pushing away the collar of his loose nightshirt to get closer. Kaveh doesn’t even need to breathe to notice the next wave of Alhaitham’s pheromones releasing into the air. The room feels just a slight bit stuffier, and Alhaitham is warm on top of his body.
Maybe he had underestimated Alhaitham’s scent. It had always been so unassuming and subtle—one could easily assume him to be a beta, much like Kaveh had when they first met—but having him this close and scenting Kaveh of all things makes him acutely aware that yes, Alhaitham really is an omega no matter how he looked or acted.
Kaveh’s hands twitch at his sides, but he doesn’t dare move them in any way.
He just breathes slowly, counting the seconds between holding air in his lungs and releasing it. Each time, he holds it in for ten seconds and then breathes out. It's a technique he's learned that helps him calm down when he's stressed over deadlines, but he supposes that 'almost-kind-of-cuddling with your omega roommate' is another good enough stressor.
Alhaitham's steady breathing helps to further calm him down too. He recalls that Alhaitham had been looking a little feverish earlier when Kaveh arrived home, but he more or less looks his regular self now. He guesses that it might be that his presence is actually helping in some way, which makes Kaveh feel a little better about staying.
Feeling the weight of Alhaitham's arm across his torso, he wonders if Alhaitham is always this clingy when he goes into heat, or if maybe this was triggered because of the other omega's scent. He can't exactly ask as it's none of his business anyways, and if he doesn't want Alhaitham to stick his nose in his own personal affairs it's only fair that he gives the same courtesy. He can only speculate, allowing his eyelids to grow heavier as the warmth of Alhaitham's body and his scent tickling his nose lull him to sleep.
It's hot.
It's too hot.
The air he breathes feels stifling, like no matter how much he tries it’s not enough. It almost feels like he’s choking, and that thought alone makes Kaveh open his eyes in alarm, jolting awake after a long sleep. His brain takes a while to catch up to him as he stares up at the ceiling and remembers where he is—in Alhaitham’s room and in his bed.
Which makes Kaveh notice the lack of a familiar weight that he had last felt before he fell asleep. It makes him sit up, confused.
And that’s when it really hits him. The hot, suffocating air heavy with a cloying sweetness, wrapping around his lungs like spun sugar. He’s never smelled something like this before, so strong and overwhelming that it makes his mouth salivate and his jaw begin to ache with the urge to bite down on something.
The scent of an omega in heat.
Kaveh has to cover both his mouth and his nose as he tries his hardest to keep his thoughts coherent. He whips his head to where the scent is the strongest and is met with the blankets bundled up in a large lump near the edge of the bed. A few tufts of gray hair stick out from the top.
Alhaitham. Alhaitham is in heat.
Kaveh’s mouth feels dry as he tries to speak. He opens his mouth multiple times, as if he has to relearn how to use his words again. On the fourth try, he succeeds, calling Alhaitham’s name. “Haitham.”
There’s no response, but the pile of blankets move slightly, showing that he at least recognizes that Kaveh is speaking.
“Alhaitham,” Kaveh repeats. “You’re in heat.”
Still nothing except Kaveh’s own shallow breaths cutting into the silence. He tries again. “Haitham, you’re in heat.” It’s the only thing in his mind and it’s hard for him to reach into his brain to find something else to say when the thought of an omega in heat so close to him is the one thing he’s focusing on. Still, he tries. “You… I have to go. I can’t stay here.”
It’s the one intelligent thing Kaveh has been able to think of since he woke up. He can’t stay here while he knows Alhaitham’s heat has just started. He shouldn’t be here, and he really needs to leave.
Kaveh has to put in a considerable effort to look away from Alhaitham’s blanket pile, shakily trying to get off the bed while in a lucid enough state. He manages one foot on the ground when he hears fabric shuffling and finally, Alhaitham’s voice.
“Kaveh.” Alhaitham’s voice sounds so low and gravely, tinged with something that makes a shiver go down Kaveh’s spine. “Stay.”
And it really does make Kaveh want to stay, to turn around and push Alhaitham down onto the bed and—
Kaveh bites his own tongue. He can’t stay.
He moves again, but so does Alhaitham this time. A warm hand reaches out and grabs his wrist tightly, his grip hard and unyielding. Kaveh doesn’t dare turn his head to look at him, but he doesn’t try to shake off his hand either.
“Stay, Kaveh,” Alhaitham continues, his tone stern.
Kaveh wants to argue back, tell him all the reasons why it’s a terrible idea for him to stay, but all his thoughts get forcefully pushed out the window when a strong wave of sickening sweet assaults his senses and his words get stuck in his throat.
"Kaveh, I want you to stay," Alhaitham says, his words sounding more and more enticing the longer Kaveh remains. "Won't you stay?" His hand loosens its grip, rough fingertips tapping against Kaveh's skin.
At that moment, Kaveh spares a glance back at him, and finds that it's the worst mistake he's ever made.
He sees that Alhaitham has crawled out from the cocoon of blankets. He looks nothing like what Kaveh is used to seeing—his face is flushed pink, hair a mess and a thin sheen of sweat covering his skin. He's still clothed, but with the light coloring of his pants, Kaveh can't help but zero in his focus on the obvious dark patch running down the fabric that makes it stick to Alhaitham's thighs.
Kaveh has to close his eyes, forcing himself to stop looking. "I can't," he bemoans, beginning to babble. "I'm an alpha. If I stay any longer I might- What if I—"
Kaveh doesn't get to finish talking, because in a split second he's tugged from behind and he tumbles back into the bed. The suddenness disorients his already dizzy mind, and when he comes to he sees Alhaitham hovering over him, slotted between his legs. Kaveh's left wrist is covered by Alhaitham's large hand, pinning it to the mattress. It's loose enough that Kaveh can probably push him off, especially with Alhaitham's current state. But when he looks into those teal-orange eyes clouded with something Kaveh wouldn't dare admit, he finds himself paralyzed with an unknown feeling.
"Kaveh," Alhaitham says his name quietly, leaning down further. "I don't care what you are." Kaveh feels him dip down lower, his nose pressing into the side of his neck and releasing more of his scent. Alhaitham continues, "I just want you here."
A warm, wet tongue presses against Kaveh's neck, right over his jugular and for a moment it almost feels like Alhaitham is an alpha himself—ready to sink his teeth into Kaveh's throat and rip it out with ease. Kaveh finds the thought less terrifying than he probably should. His breath still hitches in his throat and his thoughts wander into dangerous territory.
And then Alhaitham does sink his teeth in, not in the violent way Kaveh's thoughts had initially gone to, but hard enough that it sets fire to his nerves. Kaveh feels his resolve crumbling like a shaky foundation.
"Alhaitham wait—" Kaveh cuts himself off with a choked sound when Alhaitham bites down again, this time harder. "This isn't you. You're in heat, you're not thinking straight…"
Just when Kaveh thinks that Alhaitham has regained his senses, another wave of pheromones seeps into the air, making Kaveh even more lightheaded. A soft growl comes out of Alhaitham's throat, vibrating against Kaveh's neck.
"You aren't listening to me," Kaveh manages through grit teeth. "Alhaitham!"
Kaveh tries to push at him, but Alhaitham is bigger than him and his weight is heavy and oppressive on top of him. That along with Alhaitham's tempting scent makes his limbs feel weak as he pushes against the other's broad shoulders. His vision spins before him, turning Alhaitham into a blur of gray and green.
He should be making more of an effort to stop this. He should be able to get away from this. He should get as far away from this as possible. He's an alpha, he should—
He should what?
What should he be doing right now?
Something snaps inside Kaveh with a resounding crack, and the rest of his self-control crumbles into the finest dust. A frustrated growl escapes his throat as he uses his free hand to twist into Alhaitham's hair, tilting his neck and bringing him into a harsh kiss. Almost instantly, he feels Alhaitham kiss back fervently, swallowing up any sound that comes out between their lips and biting down on Kaveh's lip hard enough to draw blood. A warm tongue soothes the sting, lapping up the droplets until it leaves Kaveh's lips feeling raw.
Alhaitham pulls away when Kaveh whines, resting a sweaty forehead against his. His bottom lip glistens with spit. His eyes are fogged over and his pupils are blown out, only a sliver of bright vermillion irises still showing. He looks at Kaveh like he's the only thing in the world, and that makes Kaveh want to both run away and devour him whole.
It takes him less than a second to decide on the latter.
Kaveh's lips are swollen and bruised, but he's still pulling Alhaitham back in with an insistent tug of his hair. This time, he's the one licking into Alhaitham's slick mouth, relishing in the resulting deep groans as their tongues slide against each other. The heat makes Alhaitham feel hot, his mouth almost searingly so, on Kaveh's sensitive tongue.
"Kaveh." His name comes out like a low purr against his lips. "Alpha."
That drives Kaveh's instincts wild. Every part of being is yelling omega, omega, and urging him to take and claim. That there is an omega in front of him, ripe for the picking. He so badly wants to bury into Alhaitham's neck and sink his teeth into the tender skin of his neck, right over his scent gland and make him his.
But Kaveh is not far gone enough for that. No matter how delirious he feels, he wouldn't do that to Alhaitham when they both can't think straight. No matter how much Kaveh just wants to hold him down and pop his knot in him and breed him full. Gods, does he want to, though.
"Omega," Kaveh says, feeling like his tongue has stopped working after the kiss and all he can say is whatever his omega-dumb brain provides him.
Kaveh raises his arm, the one that Alhaitham doesn't have pinned down, and reaches for Alhaitham. He tugs at the hem of the other man's sweat soaked shirt, his fingertips brushing the tight muscles of his stomach. He looks up at him, knowing that his desire is written plain on his face when reflected in Alhaitham's hooded eyes.
Alhaitham's mouth crooks up in a satisfied smile, his eyes narrowing even more as he watches Kaveh intently. He almost looks amused, like he knows some kind of inside joke that Kaveh isn't aware of. But before Kaveh can think anything of it, he suddenly feels the absence of the warm body that had been pressed up to him.
He just lays there uselessly and watches as Alhaitham moves away from him to pull his shirt off, revealing his enviously well-built and chiseled body—a body that is far too nice for a man whose heaviest thing he lifts on a daily basis being a book.
Sweat from Alhaitham's temple drips down, rolling down his neck and then to the hard planes of his defined chest. Kaveh follows it hungrily with his eyes, his tongue coming out to wet his lips as if imagining it was on Alhaitham's body.
Then, Alhaitham hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, pulling them down slowly as if intentionally wanting to make a show out of it, just to drive Kaveh even crazier. But it works, because Kaveh can't bring himself to do anything except watch, mesmerized by the slow reveal of pale skin. He can feel his breathing get shallower, the air getting even heavier with Alhaitham's scent of arousal.
The pants join the shirt already on the floor, tossed aside without a care as Alhaitham is now fully naked in front of him. From the angle of light reflecting into the room, Kaveh can see a shiny trail of slick running down Alhaitham's thigh, leading his eyes up to where a heavy cock lays half erect.
It's big. Bigger than Kaveh's and bigger than any other alpha, omega, or beta he's ever seen, infrequent as it may have been. Something inside Kaveh makes him want it in his mouth, on his tongue, to allow him to savor the taste.
But the thought is short lived as in the very next moments, Alhaitham is sliding a sweaty hand under his shirt and pushing it up to his armpits. Kaveh, still transfixed on Alhaitham's entirety, doesn't struggle and allows Alhaitham to take his shirt off to give the rest of Alhaitham's clothes some more company. When hands start reaching towards Kaveh's waist, he takes the initiative and pulls down his own trousers and undergarments, kicking them off his ankles and letting them fall by the edge of the bed while Alhaitham's palms run up and down his sides.
Kaveh's cock is already hard, curling up underneath his navel, the head a dark and flushed red as it twitches in the exposed air. He can tell Alhaitham is staring at it, his multicolored eyes unrelenting in their gaze. He wonders what Alhaitham is thinking as he stares down unabashedly—is it of Kaveh's thick knot, and how it would feel inside, pressing against all the sensitive places while sheathed in his tight heat?
Because that's what Kaveh is thinking of. He wants to push deep into Alhaitham's slick hole and make him moan and cry, begging for Kaveh to fill him up nice and full.
Just thinking about it makes Kaveh even harder, a clear bead of precome dribbling out from his tip. Alhaitham lets out a quiet chuckle when he sees it, coming out more breathless due to his own arousal.
"You sure are eager now," he teases, enjoying how his words are making Kaveh's cheeks flare with heat. "Good." He leans down and leaves a wet kiss on Kaveh's collarbone, before wrapping a hand around the base of Kaveh's dick.
"You- Oh—" Kaveh throws his head back against a pillow and the sheets, moaning out even though all Alhaitham did was put his hand on him. The feeling of his warm and sweat damp hand holding him in a loose fist makes his stomach flip in anticipation. His hips move first, seeking out more friction while Alhaitham licks and nips his way down Kaveh's torso.
Alhaitham mouth continues its trail down Kaveh's flushed body, pausing to flick at a hardened nipple with the tip of his tongue and making Kaveh's toes curl at the sharp feeling of pleasure. He doesn't stay there long and keeps traveling down, leaving bright red marks on Kaveh's skin as he moves down past his abdomen and the sensitive skin of his stomach. He bites a bit harder there, causing Kaveh's whole body to twitch in response.
"Haitham." Kaveh pants hard. "Touch me. Touch me, please." He cants his hips, trying to grind up against Alhaitham's loose fist.
"Begging already?" Alhaitham's voice sounds amused and far too composed for someone whose dick is hard and hole is leaking. He's looking up at Kaveh from down by his pelvis with a smug gleam in his eyes.
Kaveh feels himself feel vaguely irritated underneath all the arousal, but it just makes him even more turned on. "Shut up. Just- Shut up and touch me," he demands, his voice shifting into a lower growl.
Alhaitham lets out a shaky breath, his blown out eyes shining with something that makes Kaveh's skin crawl.
"I'll do you one better," he says. And before Kaveh can even ask what he means, he leans right to Kaveh's dick level and swallows down the shaft in one go.
Kaveh chokes on air, his hands instantly going to tangle into Alhaitham's short gray locks.
This is not how he wanted to discover that Alhaitham doesn't have a gag reflex.
Because Kaveh can feel himself sliding right into the wet heat of Alhaitham's throat with nothing stopping him. Alhaitham's head lowers further, getting right down to where his hand is wrapped at the base of Kaveh's cock. There's no teasing, no buildup, just Alhaitham's tight throat swallowing around him, making Kaveh shake and moan.
"Agh- H-Haitham…" His eyes shut as he grits his teeth, resisting the urge to thrust upwards. It's not like he can, though, since Alhaitham puts a firm hand on his hip, pushing him down into the mattress and allowing himself to set the pace.
But that gives Kaveh an idea. Just because Alhaitham is keeping his hips down, doesn't mean that Kaveh can't use his own hands.
Sucking in a breath through his nose and getting in a good whiff of Alhaitham's arousal, Kaveh tightens his fingers in Alhaitham's hair. He pulls on it, not enough to hurt, but enough to relish in the gurgled moan that vibrates down his dick when he does it. It sends another bolt of pleasure down his spine, and he wants to do it again.
"Hah. Did you like that?" Kaveh grins as he asks breathlessly, almost like he can't believe that Alhaitham enjoyed that.
Alhaitham's response is a very slight narrowing of his wet, red-rimmed eyes, glinting with something like a challenge—as if he's daring Kaveh to do it again.
So Kaveh rises to that challenge and yanks at his hair again, harder this time, pushing Alhaitham down further to take in more of his cock. The way Alhaitham had responded earlier makes Kaveh feel delirious, as if for the very first time he feels like he has power over his infuriating roommate.
Kaveh moans loudly again, feeling a little shameless as he takes the time to fully enjoy Alhaitham's throat. It's so tight and warm that it sparks something deep in Kaveh's gut.
"O-Oh… 'm gonna—" Kaveh bites down on his lower lip, hissing through his teeth. "I wanna come."
Alhaitham looks back up at him with a barely noticeable expression, a single eyebrow raised. Then, he squeezes his hand once where he has it on Kaveh's cock, right at the base above his testicles where his knot would swell up. Kaveh can only let out a loud groan at the sudden feeling.
Alhaitham hums, and then pulls off Kaveh's length with a wet pop. And despite Kaveh's efforts, he still looks basically unaffected from deepthroating Kaveh aside from a flush on his cheeks and glistening eyes. At least Kaveh was able to make him look like a mess, even if his expressions don't reflect it. But it sure doesn't make Kaveh feel any better about losing what small upper hand he thought he had back there.
"I didn't think that you would be this close already," Alhaitham says, giving Kaveh another light squeeze as he dips a finger into the clear precome oozing from Kaveh's tip.
"I—"
But Alhaitham continues. "Are you unable to control yourself, alpha?" The way Alhaitham says the last word makes it sound like an insult, knocking hard against the fragile wall of Kaveh's pride.
Kaveh glares at him, his eyes trailing down to the other's angry red cock standing tall and the slick that's dripping down onto the sheets. "You're one to talk."
Alhaitham chuckles, sounding more like a scoff than a laugh. "I wasn't denying it."
Kaveh groans, feeling like his dick is going to get soft due to his poor choice of bedmate the longer they just sit here going back and forth. He rolls his eyes with a huff. "Let's just get on with this. Turn around and—"
"Spread your legs."
"Yes, exactly, spread your- Wait, what!?"
"You heard me," Alhaitham says without missing a beat. "Spread your legs, Kaveh. Or I'll do it for you."
The look in Alhaitham's face shows that he's not kidding, and that he really just wants Kaveh to do what he says.
Kaveh is still taken aback that he doesn't respond to him immediately. His mouth is agape, slightly scandalized because he wasn't expecting that. Shouldn't it have been the other way around? Alhaitham should be the one spreading his legs for Kaveh.
He barely registers the quiet sigh Alhaitham releases before he's pushed back down onto the bed.
"What- What are you- Hey—!"
Alhaitham gives Kaveh no other warning when he puts his hands on Kaveh's knees and forcefully pushes them apart wider. Despite already having been exposed, the new position and Alhaitham's piercing eyes staring down at him makes his body flush with heat, his erection unwavering despite the feeling under his skin.
"That's better." Alhaitham gives Kaveh's thighs a light pat, gliding down the slightly sweaty skin until he presses a curious thumb against Kaveh's hole.
"What do you think you're doing!?" Kaveh shrieks, his body tensing up when he suddenly feels Alhaitham's thumb on him. Alhaitham doesn't do anything else, just keeping his thumb there and slowly drawing circles around Kaveh's entrance. Unfortunately, Kaveh's embarrassment from this doesn't stop his dick from twitching with interest.
Alhaitham stares at him for a moment, not pulling his thumb away and only puts a little bit more pressure, as if threatening to push inside. "I just want to make you feel good, alpha," he says with a deadpan tone and expression. "Won't you let this omega make you feel good?"
"Ugh, you—!" Kaveh knows he's being made a fool of. "You annoying little...! Can't you go even a second without trying to make fun of me!?"
"No," comes Alhaitham's immediate reply, his eyes shining with amusement. He leans a little closer, his voice lowering coyly. "Now, will you let me pleasure you, Kaveh?"
Kaveh has nothing to retort with. He's not that prideful of an alpha that he would refuse to go through with being touched in such a place. And not only that, but he knows there's that certain part of him, mostly instinctive, that wants to be a good reliable alpha and do whatever the omega wants of him.
So if the omega wants to stick a finger or two inside him, Kaveh will just suck in his lips into an unimpressed line and nod.
And Alhaitham looks satisfied at that. "Good," he says, tapping once against Kaveh's puckered hole.
For a moment, Kaveh's afraid he'll try to go in dry, especially because Alhaitham just keeps rubbing his thumb against him as if he just wants to push it inside in one go. Did Alhaitham forget that Kaveh's not an omega like him who can easily lubricate himself or something?
"Stop that," Kaveh tells him, and Alhaitham ceases his hand movements immediately. That's a pleasant surprise; he didn't think Alhaitham would listen to him. "Oh, so now you're listening to me?"
"I don't have an interest in forcing you," Alhaitham says instead. "If you really wish to stop, then I'll stop."
He says this, and yet moves his thumb a little higher up to Kaveh's perineum to press against it with the same pressure as he did Kaveh's entrance. A jolt of pleasure shoots down Kaveh's spine and makes his hips lift from the bed.
"...But I don't think you want me to stop, do you, Kaveh?" Alhaitham finishes smugly, as if he can read Kaveh completely.
But he might as well be able to. Kaveh doesn't actually want Alhaitham to stop—not when they're this far in and ready to burst at any moment.
"I only told you to stop so you'd stop prolonging this," Kaveh grumbles and continues on with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "So I'd appreciate it if you'd get on with it."
Alhaitham seems to be in thought the moment Kaveh finishes speaking, a hand on his chin like he's contemplating some deep idea. He places a palm against Kaveh's chest, pushing him further down into the mattress and uses that as leverage to lean back. And then, without another word, he reaches a hand behind himself, between his legs.
There is nothing but bated silence between them as Alhaitham slowly brings his hand back in front of him, his long fingers now coated in his shiny, silvery slick. Kaveh's eyes are drawn to it, like a moth to a flame, his mouth beginning to salivate as his mind starts running and imagining what the omega's sweet taste would be like.
Alhaitham notices Kaveh's particular fixation and smirks. "Would you like a taste, Kaveh?"
Kaveh swallows, his throat suddenly dry. "I…"
A part of him wants to say yes, just so he could have a taste and savor in Alhaitham's sweet nectar. He imagines choking on his fingers or Alhaitham sitting on his face, and he gets even harder.
But of course, Alhaitham being Alhaitham, only knows how to do what he feels like doing. He takes his sopping wet fingers and trails them down Kaveh's body, down his painfully hard dick, and finally ending their journey right on Kaveh's hole. He puts on a light pressure, the tip of his middle finger dipping ever so slightly past the ring of muscle.
"O-oh… That's—" Kaveh cuts himself off as the slick finger wriggles itself deeper, his lower body tensing at the intrusion.
Alhaitham is watching every reaction, his eyes glued to Kaveh's face in a way that makes Kaveh feel a little self conscious. "You're tight."
"Obviously," Kaveh hisses. "Not so fast. Go slower…"
"You just need to relax more," Alhaitham says instead of listening, managing to get his finger knuckle deep.
"Well you're not helping," Kaveh snaps back.
"Then I'll help you." Alhaitham simply nods and leans down to capture Kaveh's lips. It's not as frantic and hungry as before—this time, Alhaitham takes his time to map out the crevices of Kaveh's mouth with his tongue. It feels good, almost comfortable in a way that manages to make Kaveh almost forget what they were doing and just focus on Alhaitham's lips on his. There's no heat so much as a low simmer, letting Kaveh direct his attention on the way Alhaitham's tongue feels as another finger is squeezed inside with the first.
Until finally, without breaking the kiss, Alhaitham has three of his long, thick fingers stretching Kaveh's hole open. It's a tight fit and his rim is pulled thin around them, but it still feels good, especially when Alhaitham finds a spot inside him that makes his body jerk so hard he almost bites the other's tongue off.
Alhaitham eventually breaks away, a thin string of saliva still connecting their lips together, breathing quite heavily. He looks down at where he's fingering Kaveh, making an amused hum at the sight of Kaveh's hole greedily sucking in his digits while he crooks them into Kaveh's sensitive walls.
"You're so wet," Alhaitham observes, twisting his wrist to push in a little deeper and causing Kaveh to moan out. "I suppose you really do enjoy having a taste of me, hm?"
Kaveh's hole feels as wet as it sounds, loud, squelching noises resounding in his ears every time Alhaitham moves his fingers thanks to the copious amount of slick being used as lubricant. Alhaitham's slick.
It almost feels like Kaveh is the one desperate and dripping, like an omega in heat.
Meanwhile the actual omega in heat is between his legs, three fingers deep in the alpha underneath him and daring to add a fourth.
Alhaitham only has the tip of his pinky inside and Kaveh is coming before he even realizes it, his back arching and going taut like a bow string. It's so sudden that all he manages is a hiccup and then he's making a mess all over his stomach as his vision gets foggy with overwhelmed tears.
Alhaitham seems to have mercy on him and takes his fingers out right when Kaveh is coming down from his intense release. It leaves Kaveh's hole gaping obscenely, trying to clench down on empty air.
Kaveh manages to catch his breath, heaving heavy gulps of air as he recovers from an orgasm that even he hadn't been expecting. It was all so sudden, and when Alhaitham had tried to put a fourth finger inside, all Kaveh could think about was how full he felt and then he was coming right then and there without a second thought. He can still feel it in his body, the pleasure still lingering in his veins.
With tired eyes, he looks up at Alhaitham, who has, very curiously, yet to say anything since Kaveh had finished. When he does look up to his face, he sees that Alhaitham had actually been looking at him first. It's another peculiar look, one that Kaveh feels like he's been seeing much more of since Alhaitham had gone into preheat. It's a mix of heavy arousal, deep contemplation, and something else Kaveh can't really find the time or energy to decipher.
Kaveh can practically hear Alhaitham swallowing harshly, the sound almost deafening in his ears as he watches his Adam's apple bob. Alhaitham's scent still lingers in the air, and his cock is still so, so hard that Kaveh even feels bad about how long he's had to endure with such a raging erection. Kaveh should have done better as an alpha and prioritized the omega over himself… But back there, he just couldn't say no to Alhaitham's whims—he still doesn't think he can, even after regaining a bit of clarity in his reasoning.
"Kaveh." Alhaitham finally speaks, only uttering Kaveh's name. But his voice sounds so rough, deep and gritty and it reawakens a spark in Kaveh's belly. It sounds like it's taking all of his power to speak coherently. "...I can't hold back anymore."
"Then don't," Kaveh answers him, urging him on. He may have already come, but Alhaitham hasn't, so his first instinct as an alpha is to keep going—to make sure he can please the omega suffering through heat no matter how exhausted he is.
Alhaitham's hand comes up to cradle his chin, tilting his head up. Once again, Kaveh's eyes meet his multicolored ones as they bore into him, clouded with a deep desire.
"So you'll let me, Kaveh?" Alhaitham asks quietly, similar to before, except his tone is now completely different. His lips barely move as the words come out breathily. He doesn't elaborate on what he's asking Kaveh to let him do, just letting the question hang in the air and falling into the stifled silence. He could mean so many different things.
"Yes," Kaveh answers roughly. "Haitham, I want you to—"
Kaveh doesn't even have time to finish speaking as Alhaitham takes his shoulder and flips him over in the blink of an eye. Kaveh lets him do it, his body still tired and pliant. With a firm palm on Kaveh's back, Alhaitham pushes him down against the bed and makes him lie prone on his stomach. Kaveh's face lands into the pillows in front of him with a muffled sound, Alhaitham's scent becoming so concentrated in his face that it makes his dick stir again, trapped between the soft sheets and his tight stomach.
He can feel Alhaitham's wandering hands tracing his body, feeling every bit of exposed skin until settling on his waist, fingers wrapping comfortably around the curve of his hip. A hard and leaking cock grinds against him, making Kaveh shudder in anticipation.
Finally, without any fanfare, Alhaitham slips into Kaveh's hole, which stretches out perfectly to accommodate his girth. Kaveh is already loose from before, so there's nothing stopping Alhaitham from completely sheathing his length into him with a single thrust, his hips meeting Kaveh's rear with a fleshy slap.
Kaveh's whines at the feeling of suddenly being filled all at once, pressing his face into the pillows. He's so caught up in the feeling that he doesn't immediately hear Alhaitham's shallow breathing behind him. The hands on his hips tighten in their grip, pressing bruises into Kaveh's smooth skin. The cock inside of Kaveh twitches violently against his walls.
A sudden warmth floods inside of him, catching Kaveh off guard that he has to turn his head to check what had just happened. When he turns around, he's met with Alhaitham's sweaty and flushed face, lips parted to pant out heavy breaths. The wet warmth inside Kaveh grows, and he can feel it dribbling out from his rim and down his taint. It takes him a second until he finally realizes what just happened.
Kaveh looks at Alhaitham in complete astonishment, like he couldn't believe his own senses. "Did you just c- Wah!"
He can't even finish his thought as Alhaitham's hand comes up to the back of his head to forcefully push him into the pillows, only giving Kaveh a brief moment to commit the sight and realization that Alhaitham came just from being inside him.
But the thought quickly leaves his mind as he feels Alhaitham pull out until just the tip remained, only to push back in with a snap of his hips.
"Nh-! W-wait, H-Hai—"
Alhaitham is still unbearably hard, perhaps even more so now after having taken the edge off with an early orgasm. His own release coating Kaveh's insides makes the drag even wetter, causing sparks of pleasure to shoot up Kaveh's spine with every thrust.
Alhaitham's sets a quick pace from the get go, pounding Kaveh's hole with the desperation only an omega could possess.
A warm and heavy weight settles on Kaveh's sweaty back, almost engulfing him in a suffocatingly sweet warmth. Alhaitham's chest is hard and heaving against his shoulder blades. He presses himself so close, his elbows bracketing around Kaveh's head and knees caging his legs, pinning Kaveh down with his whole body as he thrusts into him. Kaveh can hear him grunting, deep in his ear.
Kaveh's hair is brushed away, exposing his damp nape as Alhaitham latches his mouth onto his neck, sucking red marks onto the skin. Kaveh moans when Alhaitham starts getting his teeth on him
"O-Oh, ah, ah—" Kaveh cuts himself off with a high-pitched sound when the head of Alhaitham's cock presses into his prostate. He buries his face deeper into the pillow, clutching at the sheets around them with his hands as if that could stop his body from rocking up every time Alhaitham pushes far into him.
A part of him wants to chastise himself for messing up the effort he put into making the nest for Alhaitham in the first place, and the other part purrs that they're using it just as it's meant to be.
After a few more powerful thrusts, Alhaitham sighs deeply, his lips on Kaveh's neck and his nose brushing under Kaveh's ear. "I'm close again."
That's the only warning Kaveh gets before Alhaitham comes again with a groan, another surge of heat blooming deep inside Kaveh. The cock inside of him throbs, and Kaveh feels so full that he doesn't even know how he's still able to keep everything without bursting. His stomach feels tight, a fire coiling against the thin skin of his belly.
"You're still so tight," Alhaitham comments breathlessly, the orgasms having brought him back to a sense of composure. “So much for all that preparation.”
Kaveh wants to snark back at him, sorry I’m not gaping like some omega, like you must be. But he just decides to spitefully tighten further just to relish in the hiss Alhaitham makes against his ear. For a brief moment, he feels smug—Alhaitham has had two orgasms to Kaveh's one, so no matter how much Alhaitham tries to tease, he's clearly far more desperate than he outwardly shows.
And it really shows, because it's not long until Kaveh can feel Alhaitham's length twitching back to life inside him. Kaveh whines in disbelief, "Again?" Has this man ever heard of a refractory period?
"I'm in heat," Alhaitham answers him simply, like that's enough of an explanation. In a way, it is. "Aren't you going to take care of me? Like a good alpha?"
That makes Kaveh's stomach flip in anticipation, his dick oozing a wet patch onto the bed. He gulps, his mouth suddenly dry and his head feels dizzy again with arousal. "Y-Yes. I'll do it."
"Perfect." Alhaitham punctuates the word with a single, deep push of his hips. He grinds his cock into Kaveh, the act making squishy, wet noises that signal what a mess Kaveh's hole must be right now.
Kaveh hides his face back in the pillows as he lets out another drawn out moan. He can feel his rim clinging onto the flared tip of Alhaitham's cock as it's dragged out just enough to leave a trail of burning hot desire that seeps into Kaveh's veins. It thrusts itself harshly back into him, making him keen, his toes curling.
Kaveh didn't realize how close he was before, but when Alhaitham's cock continuously jabs into his prostate and makes his dick leak even more, he becomes acutely aware of how much he wants to come. When he starts thinking about it, the want becomes a need, resounding deep in his belly and through to his very core.
His noises get louder, less intelligible and more wordless sounds. He becomes hyperaware of his own senses—the hard cock drilling into him, the sickly sweet omega scent in the air, Alhaitham's chest pinning down his whole body.
And Kaveh desperately wants to knot. He wants a wet warmth around his cock, squeezing around him, even if he's the one squeezing around Alhaitham's hardness inside him.
"Haitham, Haitham," he pants, and he can hear Alhaitham's sharp inhale as he takes in Kaveh's needy scent. "I want- Oh, I'm so close—" Kaveh bites down on the pillow as Alhaitham thrusts hard enough that the movement of their bodies makes Kaveh's cock rub against the sheets, over and over with every in, out, in, out.
Kaveh feels his cock stir, pulsing with a force that he knows isn't present in any ordinary orgasm that he would have. It's the strongest at the base of his dick, and he can feel it begin to swell with an unbearable force. His teeth tear through the pillow case and he can taste the stuffing that sticks to his tongue.
Alhaitham moans on top of him, his movements getting faster when the smell of Kaveh swiftly reaching his peak begins to grow stronger. With a heavy grunt, he manages to stuff a hand under Kaveh's body and grips tightly right around the beginnings of Kaveh's knot.
"Knot me, Kaveh. Right in my hand." Alhaitham's voice is guttural in his ear, squeezing Kaveh mercilessly.
Kaveh almost sobs at the intensity of it, feeling his knot throb fully against the tight warmth of Alhaitham's hand. The flame of pleasure licks up and down his spine, making his whole body tremble. His toes stretch straight out like an invisible force is trying to pull his whole body taut, and he tries to kick his feet in some kind of retaliation, as if his body didn't know whether to ride the feeling or fight it. All of it is useless, however, as Alhaitham is heavy enough that no amount of squirming could knock him off—not that Kaveh even wants to.
No, Kaveh wants to feel Alhaitham's cock reaching deep inside him, making a mess of his guts and filling him up until Kaveh is utterly spent and looking like a knocked up omega, alpha nature be damned, and—
Teeth dig into the flesh of his neck and Kaveh comes with a throaty howl, his knot pulsing as he shoots his release onto the bedsheets with enough force that it splashes against his quivering stomach. His hole flutters like mad around Alhaitham's cock while he rides out a mind shattering climax, his vision going pure white.
Alhaitham growls and bites down even harder into the side of Kaveh's neck, thrusting into him once more, this time shoving in deep and holding himself there as he fills Kaveh up for a third time.
It feels like an eternity as Kaveh shakes and spasms underneath Alhaitham, like the orgasm is being drawn out painstakingly and draining him of all his strength. The hand around his knot doesn't recede, only squeezing in slow increments until it begins to deflate and Kaveh feels himself trembling from the oversensitivity.
Slowly, his vision comes back to him, his eyes still blurry. The pillow is a mess of tears, drool, and snot now, most likely ruined for any actual sleeping now. The side of his neck twinges with a dull pain. Alhaitham had bitten him quite hard.
If Kaveh had felt full before, then his stomach feels too full now. If he were to put his hand on his lower stomach, he would definitely feel the skin there wearing thin. It's like everything inside would threaten to gush out from the weak seam created by Kaveh's stretched rim the moment Alhaitham pulls out.
But Alhaitham doesn't pull out.
Kaveh gasps weakly, sniffling into the poor pillow. "Why…" He still feels too sensitive, and no amount of extra lubrication was going to make his nerves feel less on fire. Although that doesn't stop his dick from twitching back to life again in renewed interest.
"Shh." Alhaitham hushes him and runs his hand over Kaveh's soft length, coaxing it into half-hardness as he whispers into Kaveh's ear. "You can go one more time, can't you? I know you can, Kaveh. Please?"
Kaveh feels his hole clench, the words reducing his tired brain to mush. His body is so exhausted, and yet he still wants more. Everything Alhaitham can give him, he wants. Everything Kaveh wants from him, he'll give. Kaveh isn't quite lucid enough to understand why, but everything that comes out of Alhaitham's mouth makes him want to say yes, so he does.
He nods quietly, murmuring into the pillow, "Yes, yes, yes."
The curl of Alhaitham's lips against his ear is the only response he gets before everything bleeds into a haze of bliss.
With a deep, satisfying sigh, Alhaitham finally pulls out of Kaveh and watches as milky white fluid oozes out from that pink, puffy hole and onto the bed. He's still hard of course, but Kaveh had passed out about two or three rounds ago, and Alhaitham feels generous enough to give him a break. His skin is still buzzing with his heat, but he's satiated enough to let Kaveh have some rest.
He sighs yet again, his hand coming up to push his sweaty bangs away from his face. His eyes trail up Kaveh's slender body, settling on the myriad of nasty purpling teeth marks he had placed on that pale neck. Some of the bites had punctured the skin beneath, still welling up with fresh blood.
The worst of them all had been placed right on the side of Kaveh's neck, right where the scent gland would be on an omega.
It makes Alhaitham crack a smile when he sees the damage. It will surely leave an ugly scar or two, ones that would never fade from Kaveh's skin even when the wounds heals—a permanent mark.
Despite the hiccups, everything had gone according to plan.
He initially wanted to do this in a few weeks, when his heat would perfectly align with Kaveh's rut. But Alhaitham's early heat hadn't been something he expected, since he meticulously kept track of both his and Kaveh's cycles just for the day when he could finally act. And then Kaveh came home reeking of an unmated omega and that was enough to push Alhaitham over the edge in deciding to enact on his desires once and for all. The rest fell smoothly into place afterwards.
He moves to wipe at the drying trail of tears on Kaveh's flushed cheeks, his touch the most gentle it's ever been as he watches the man sleep so peacefully. Kaveh is just so pretty—enough so that it wouldn't be surprising if he had been an omega all this time. But no, Kaveh is so much more than a mere omega or alpha or beta. That had never mattered to Alhaitham in the first place.
Kaveh had cried out so sweetly while wrapped around him, his body allowing Alhaitham to carve a place inside just for him, one where no one else could ever dare to try and fill. That, along with everything else about Kaveh, is his. He made sure of that as he littered Kaveh's neck with bites to claim.
Alhaitham's inner omega purrs, a familiar feeling of desire coiling inside him again. He leans down to shower kisses upon Kaveh's tearstained face, whispering words of affection onto deaf ears.
"You're mine now, Kaveh," he says softly, placing a kiss right on Kaveh's parted pink lips.
His heat is far from over. When Kaveh wakes up, Alhaitham will ask him to claim him, as well.